“You can keep it a secret.... But secrets have their own weight, and it can be a very heavy one.”

“I have a plan.”He groaned. “I was afraid of that.”“My plans are not terrible.”“Isabelle’s plans are terrible.” He pointed a finger at her. “Your plans are suicidal. At best.”She sat back, her arms crossed over her chest. “Do you want to hear it or not? You have to keep it a secret.”“I would pluck out my own eyes with a fork before I would give away your secrets,” Simon said, then looked anxious. “Wait a second. Do you think that’s likely to be required?”

“We can buy you one of those books they have for little kids 'Timmy Has Two Dads'. Except I don't think they have one called 'Timmy Has Two Dads and One of Them Was Evil'. That part you're just going to have to work through on your own.”

“Therefore you can never lose hope-hatikva-because if you keep hope alive, it will keep you alive.”

“I can only assume," said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.”

“Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again.”

“How awfully convenient for you, regardless. And for him. He won't have to worry about you spilling his secrets.""Yeah," Jace said. "He's terrified I'll tell everyone that he's always wanted to be a ballerina.”